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July 13, 2012

Knotted

Filed under: Human condition — bitchontheblog @ 03:12
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Sweethearts, now we are talking: Are you a starter or a finisher? Not that it matters. Start as much as you like, don’t finish it and your wife, most likely, will ask when you were planning to paint the front door. Luckily I don’t have a wife so my life is just one long roll of unfinished projects slowly dying on me.

Have now reworked that saying that it’s not the winning it’s the taking part that counts. Exactly. My sentiment entirely. Who cares if you still haven’t finished reading Proust’s “In search of lost time”? No one. And don’t mention Ulysses. I don’t want to know. I haven’t even started Ulysses yet. And never will. I can be brutal with myself. Once upon a time I crocheted (that’s needlecraft for the uninitiated) dozens and dozens and dozens of delicious delightful circles (ca. 15 cm diameter each). Different colours. Delicate. I was in awe of myself. So was everyone else. The idea was to join them all together to make a throw to die for. Except I never got round to that last step.

I am brutal (with myself, everyone else may use me as a doormat), so twenty years after my fair maiden fingers had stitched but not joined that which belonged together I binned the lot. Then I forgot all about it. Now the memory (as memories do) has come back to haunt me: Why oh why oh why did I not finish what I had so successfully started, why did I dispose of it, why is memory now torturing me? Whilst memory should be cherished, particularly once you are past recognizing your own offspring, memory is a fickle mistress and should be shown the door before she enters. Here today, gone tomorrow. Only to pop up like a wrinkled prune when your ambition stretches not much further than peace and quiet.

Thank you for that.

U

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6 Comments »

  1. Unfinished tasks or projects? Life is full of them……. the ones I regret currently are those I never started, like disposing of my mother in law who is once again causing pain to her daughter as only she can.

    As forunfinished projects… the one of which I am most proud is the kitchen…started in 1974 all that remains to be done is for one small piece of skirting to be put in place… long gone of course.

    Comment by david — July 13, 2012 @ 13:01 | Reply

    • I have had two mothers-in-law. They were both great – if in different ways. Though the second one died a little too quickly. Would have liked to have got to know her in more detail.

      Yes, that bit of missing skirting board or plinth in our life – so very touching.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — July 14, 2012 @ 01:32 | Reply

  2. Unfinished business gives you reason to torment on the one hand, and reason to get up in the morning to live for another day. Things to do, places to go, people to see… So much better to consider all in your life as a work in progress than something complete and immutable to change.

    I will say though, I am thankful that dreamers are not bridge builders…

    Comment by Phil — July 13, 2012 @ 18:24 | Reply

    • Bridges, Phil. Have faith. Even dreamers, maybe dreamers in particular, will build bridges. They may wobble in the wind but at least you won’t have to swim across the river.

      Unfinished business, Phil, is the very reason some people I know can barely peel themselves out of bed in the morning. The dread of what lies ahead. Not me. I am lucky. My temperament is such that I am that happy bird which catches the early worm. Full of enthusiasm. Only to be surprised by the cat which is eyeing up its dinner (that’s me) just before dusk. That’s ok. Eat me now. Not so much Aphrodite as dazzled by life I WILL emerge. Again. In the morning.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — July 14, 2012 @ 01:47 | Reply

      • Up in the wee hours of morn I see. While it is true that the early bird catches the worm, please keep in mind it is the second mouse trailing behind that gets the cheese.

        Comment by Phil — July 14, 2012 @ 03:30 | Reply

        • Such a cute picture you paint, Phil. What happened to the first mouse? Don’t tell me: The cat which caught the bird which had eaten the worm was still hungry. No. Worse: The first mouse got her neck broken in the trap. Allowing the second mouse to escape with the bait.

          Greetings,
          U aka Ms Sherlock Marple

          Comment by Ursula — July 14, 2012 @ 15:40 | Reply


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